thefabledroad

There I stand at the edges of the forest, I’ve presently reached without intention, Resting for a moment in the place I’ve come to know as home, At first dark and frightening, Now familiar in it’s creaking branches, But the openness beyond is new, Past the trees that sway ever so, The golden light it flickers just beyond, And the grass and the fields shimmer in honey hues, And the trail, Loose, unending stretches forward, I embarked without knowledge of destination, Into the depths of darkness unforeseen, And now into the unknown I travel again, Willing or not, That’s just how the path meanders, Onwards, outwards, fo